There's far too much horse shit about here for my taste.

I got a couple hundred acres, and the horse shit is good for the soil.

If you let me keep the horse shit for my garden.

Instant communications and all the rest of that horse shit.

"And this horse shit that only he can call us but we can't call him?"

"I find a little horse shit in the street goes a hell of a long way."

She's a saint, my mother, especially where horse shit is concerned.

And then both of us will be drowning in horse shit.

How much longer do we have to take that horse shit?

I won't even dignify this horse shit with a response.